The Ground Beneath Your Feet Lyrics Stephen Fretwell *No Capo et Glance past a skyline of factories think of that life that was over to you Time, time well there's a funny thing written in black on the back of your hand I still think of her do you think of him and those pills and potions work the same time again and you're counting all the numbers in your waterproof purse and it's not just a chance I have to stay and crawl along and past the ground beneath your feet Do you think of her co (guitaretab.com)